Chapter 19 #2
Time wasn’t on our side, and Shep didn’t waste any of it, slamming into me fast and hard, forcing me to tighten my grip on the sink.
He knew just how to work me over, just what I craved.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him in the mirror as he pounded into me.
He hadn’t even bothered to take off his clothes, but somehow that made this even hotter—an illicit hookup in the bathroom with a man no one even knew was here.
They’d all die if they knew Shep had been lurking all night, and I’d die if the bastard didn’t make me come in the next two minutes.
He kicked my legs open wider, and the angle forced him even deeper inside me. The shock of him, the fullness and stretch I felt, forced me to drop my head to get my bearings.
“You fuck like a maniac.” My breath came out in ragged pants, but I had no shame, not when I was getting exactly what I’d asked for.
Only my cock was missing out on the action, because between Shep’s punishing grip on my hips and my holding on for dear life, my erection wasn’t getting the rub-down it deserved.
Didn’t matter. I’d be coming like a geyser any second anyway.
“Look at yourself, prince,” Shep said. “Look at what I do to you.”
“Is that an order?”
“You’re goddamn right it is.” He stilled inside me, a threat if I didn’t do what he asked, and I lifted my head and locked eyes with his in the mirror.
He gave a cocky smile and began to move again, slowly at first, drawing out my pleasure and making me groan with need, and then faster.
All the while we kept our eyes on each other, and it was hard to miss how needy I was: pupils blown, skin flushed, my dick so hard that arousal beaded at the head and dripped onto the floor.
Shep was right. He made a mess out of me.
“Oh, mon Dieu,” I gasped. “Right there.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist to brace me, or maybe to hold me even closer as he hammered inside me. I could feel my orgasm hovering right there on the edge, rising until Shep’s cock hit my prostate.
I lost it.
Shep had to cover my mouth at the guttural sound I made as I came everywhere. He didn’t slow down, didn’t give me an ounce of reprieve, just continued to thrust into me and use my body for his pleasure.
And watching him come apart because of me? Hottest shit ever.
“When I pull out, I want you on…your…knees,” he gritted out.
My first instinct was to fight against his words, because that was what we did, our dynamic—upping the ante for each other with all this combative sexual tension.
Then I remembered what I’d sent him in a text, telling him that I wanted to come on him. That was what he wanted. To mark me. Which was why when he pulled out of me, I hit my knees without another thought.
With his impressive dick in hand, Shep jerked himself off and aimed for my chest.
He could’ve used that opportunity to make me beg again, but he didn’t, too far gone to stop the hot jet of cum that sprayed across my skin.
It hit my pecs, my collarbone, my neck, coating me in his arousal.
Feeling cheeky, I opened my mouth, daring him to give me a taste, and Shep moved in over me, letting his cock hover over my mouth and drip down my throat.
Mmm, the taste of him was unlike anything else, so decadent on my tongue that if I were going to beg for anything, it was more of him. I savored it and licked my lips before finally swallowing.
I didn’t know how Shep managed to be so damn composed, not even breathing heavily after all that exertion, already zipping up his pants. His face, however, showed just how hot he found the whole thing, so between that and the orgasm, I’d gotten just what I came for. Pun fully intended.
Shep offered his hand to help me off the floor, and as I got to my feet, I looked down at the mess he’d made all over me and smirked.
“I think I should go back out there just like this.”
“Somehow, I wouldn’t put it past you to do that.”
“Maybe I like the thought of having you all over me in front of everyone.” I leaned in and nipped at his lower lip, catching it between my teeth. Before I could suck on it, he groaned and pulled away.
“You have to go. And not like that.”
He snatched a paper towel from the automatic dispenser and slapped it against my cum-covered chest, and I chuckled. I loved seeing Shep so put out as he unbuttoned his shirt, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Oh, right. I’d spilled wine all over mine.
It was with some reluctance that I wiped my chest down, wishing I didn’t have to go back out there and play to the public. I couldn’t complain, though—I’d gotten exactly what I wanted, and in spectacular fashion, too.
It also made the rest of my workday more bearable, once Shep put on my red-stained shirt and tried in vain to button his jacket to hide it.
“Looking like a clumsy fucker there, Mr. Winchester. Do be careful with the wine next time,” I said with a grin as I checked myself over in the mirror, making sure there were no traces of what we’d just done. The press would have a field day with that.
Shep was doing the same, those keen eyes scanning me before he walked me to the door and unlatched the lock.
“No more texts,” he said, all business again, no sign of the sex beast who’d just fucked me. “Try to behave.”
The man was going to have to live with disappointment.
“Behave? Don’t you know me well enough by now, Shep?” I took hold of his tie and pulled him in close, tasting his breath on my lips but not giving in to the urge to kiss them. “I don’t know the meaning of the word.”